Zavvari - Theatrics

Black Marsh is certainly not the friendliest of environments, especially for a Khajiit. The heat on its own might have been tolerable enough, but it was the oppressive swamp humidity that really made socializing with the locals all day a nearly-unbearable ordeal. The only way to endure the stifling environment was to drink, as much as possible as often as possible. That, of course, came with its own problems - for the last few hours of her tour of the village, Zavvari had been battling her bulging, ever-filling bladder, and by the end she was utterly frantic. It took everything she had to stay composed long enough to say her farewells and return to the privacy of her lodge and the toilet she so desperately needed. But as she approached the throne of her bladder's dreams, a great hot spurt broke free to soak her personal fur, and she only had enough time to turn around and pull her pants only the slightest bit down her thighs before the flood erupted...

And she knew that was exactly what her audience wanted to see.

"So, that's what you want, hm? Oh, very well, this one will lift her tail for you and show you how her waters flow. But only because you ask so nicely, and this one's bladder is so very full anyways.

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Ah, now... Please enjoy the show. This one hopes it is to your liking."